Feng Zhicai was stunned to see an old man coming out of Qian Mansion, just went out, covered his chest again, and sprayed blood, and then did nothing, and went back again.

Feng Zhicai shook his head, this kind of big family matter, he didn't bother to speculate, and then he kept walking, and continued to walk forward.

It was almost dawn, Feng Zhicai did feel some sleepiness, go home to eat something, sleep well, that is very good!

A moment later, Feng Zhicai came to his door, stepped forward to "snap..." As soon as he hit the door, he heard a sound of footsteps from far and near, and came to the back of the door, "Crunch..." The door opened.

An old woman appeared behind the door, and when she saw Feng Zhicai, she said: "Old man, why is it late today, come in quickly, the meal has been prepared for you!"

"It's okay, there was something on the road today, and it delayed some time; Wife, go and sleep again! Feng Zhicai smiled and walked into the door.

The old woman agreed, picked up the broom to help Feng Zhicai sweep the dust on his body, and then turned around and entered the house.

Feng Zhicai smiled and watched the old woman enter the house, and then turned around and came to another room.

This room is not large, only about six or seven square meters, there is a wooden shelf on each of the three walls, and on the wooden shelf are placed a pair of hammers and mallets, roughly counting, there are hundreds of pairs neatly stacked on the three wooden shelves.

Feng Zhicai's family can be regarded as the beaters of ancestors for generations.

According to Feng Zhicai's memory, his family has been passed down for at least five or six generations, and these hundreds of pairs of hammers and mallets are the testimony of that generation.

There is a small table in the middle of the room, on which is neatly stacked a brocade cloth, next to which is placed a small ceramic vial.

Feng Zhicai came to the table, sat on the chair, put the hammer and mallet that he had knocked in his hand overnight on the table, and then picked up the brocade cloth, opened the ceramic vial, and a special oil aroma wafted out.

Brocade cloth is a special cloth, water absorption and oil absorption are very good, smoothing many people in the city will buy one or two pieces to prepare at home, used to clean some furniture, ceramics and other utensils.

The small ceramic bottle is a kind of wood cleaning oil, wiped on the surface of the wood, can make the wood more bright, and also has a good moisture, insect and other functions.

Feng Zhicai poured a little cleaning oil on the brocade cloth, and then carefully cleaned the hammer and the hammer, without missing a single dead end.

In fact, Feng Zhicai did not know that as a pair of merit magic weapons, this pair of hammers and mallets would not be contaminated at all, so there was no need to do any cleaning at all.

After Feng Zhicai finished cleaning, he got up and came to the wooden frame on the right-hand side. There was a delicate wooden box in the corner at the bottom of this wooden frame, and Feng Zhicai reached out and held the wooden box in his hand.

Feng Zhicai opened the wooden box, took out a piece of silk cloth, wrapped the hammer and the hammer, put it back in the wooden box, and then put it back in the corner.

After cleaning up all this, Feng Zhicai came to the kitchen, put out a bowl of brown rice porridge, accompanied by a coarse dough cake and a plate of small pickles, divided by two by three, and directly solved breakfast in the kitchen.

The Feng family is also a small bourgeois family in Fuping City, after all, the beaters are official staff, compared to ordinary people, they definitely belong to the middle-to-high-income group, and they are also iron rice bowls.

Of course, because the day and night are reversed all year round, the wear and tear on the body is also very large, and it is generally difficult to live long, and most of them live to be in their fifties.

If Feng Zhicai hadn't met Zhang Xuan and received this pair of meritorious magic weapons, I am afraid that he would not have lived for a few years.

Feng Zhi was lucky, he naturally knew his physical condition, so he was even more aware of the preciousness of this merit magic weapon.

After breakfast, Feng Zhicai came to the courtyard and began to take a walk to dissipate food.

After about a blaze of incense, Feng Zhi began to put on a fight and punched and kicked.

This is not some great martial art, but a set of family boxing techniques handed down by the Feng family, which is not too powerful, but it is practiced for many years, and it does have some benefits for the body, and it is said to have the ability to prolong life.

Feng Zhicai didn't know whether it was true or not, anyway, the oldest of his ancestors lived to be sixty-three years old. Most of the others are in their fifties, and the people are gone.

Feng Zhicai was practicing boxing, when suddenly the door of a room next to him "crunched..." opened, and a young man walked out of the door.

This young man was about in his twenties, and at this time he walked out wearing a short shirt and shorts, and his eyebrows were seven or eight points similar to Feng Zhicai.

Feng Zhicai has three children, the eldest son is Chinese New Year's Eve three years old and now works as an errand in the county; The second is a daughter, who has been married for seven or eight years now; This young man is the third old, named Feng Yong, who is twenty-one years old this year.

Compared with the boss, this third is thin, so Feng Zhicai named him Feng Yong, hoping that he would have a good physique.

Seeing the third man get up, Feng Zhicai stopped.

"Mistress, hurry up and wash up, and then come and practice boxing with me!"

"Yes, Daddy!" Feng Yong replied reluctantly, and then went to the well to wash.

After washing, Feng Yong came to Feng Zhicai, also put on a posture, and practiced with Feng Zhicai.

After practicing twice, Feng Zhicai stopped, stared at Feng Yong to practice, and corrected his movements at any time.

At this time, the sun had risen and the morning sun was setting in the courtyard.

"Old three, raise your hand higher, that leg, right leg, right leg, what are you doing with your left leg,...... this

is not tutoring martial arts, father and son filial piety; First, tutoring and practicing martial arts, chickens fly and dogs jump.

Feng Zhicai raised a bamboo whip in his hand, "Snap..." sounded, and Feng Yong screamed repeatedly.

"Daddy, tap, tap, it hurts, it ,......hurts

" "Old man, you tap and hit, the third is still young, you teach him slowly, don't break the child!" Suddenly, the old woman pushed open the door and came to the courtyard.

"Huh, huh, still young? It's more than twenty, and when Lao Tzu is in his twenties, he has already begun to fight every day! With his physique, if he starts fighting, he will have to fall ill in bed within two months. Feng Zhicai hated the Dao that iron is not steel.

"Old man, the third is already weak, don't rush, besides, your health has obviously improved in the past few days, and there is still time to teach him,......" The old woman felt sorry for her son, came to the front, picked up the towel and wiped the sweat stains on Feng Yong's forehead.

Feng Zhicai snorted angrily and threw the bamboo whip in his hand on the stone table in the courtyard.

"Old wife, just spoil him, Mother Ci's defeat!" Feng Zhicai's tone gradually softened.

"Okay, wife, you rest for a while, I'll take him to practice twice, and then let him rest!"

Seeing this, the old woman knew that Feng Zhicai's anger had subsided, so she turned around and went back to the house to get busy.

"Watch my movements and practice with me!" Feng Zhicai turned to Feng Yong and said.

"Yes, Dad, don't worry!" Feng Yong agreed happily.

Feng Zhicai put on a posture and began to practice again, and his moves were natural, and he had decades of hard work at a glance.

Feng Zhicai did not notice that with his movements, the purple light of the eastern sky seemed to be dragged by a mysterious force and fell in the small courtyard.

Feng Zhicai's whole body seemed to be shrouded in purple light, and with the movement of his fists and feet, the purple light was flickering.

Feng Yong, who had been practicing with his father, suddenly stopped his movements and opened his mouth in surprise.

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